Mot Sea, depths
A colossal sea vessel drifted upon the ocean, moving with the waves at an unhurried pace. Shrouded in a faint mist, it carried an air of mystery.
Pleasant music drifted clearly from the great ship. Since it lay in the heart of the sea, it would not attract the notice of ordinary people.
"Not a single one here yet? Your Highness Shila, did you clearly write the time and place in the invitations you sent?" His Highness Edward stood on the deck, looking out over the ocean.
At this moment, the sea was relatively tranquil. Aside from its faint ripples, the ocean was exceptionally still. Standing on the deck, one could feel the warm, damp sea breeze, soft and comfortable against the skin.
After closing his eyes to enjoy it for a while, His Highness Edward looked toward His Highness Shila.
"They should be arriving soon. The time has not come yet, has it?" His Highness Shila, who had followed him out, looked utterly calm. "I believe none of Your Highnesses will be late."
Glancing back at the palace-like structures aboard the giant vessel, His Highness Edward had to admit that much.
"They say your Sea God Temple is rich. I never believed it before, but after seeing your residence, I did. And now that I have seen this ship, I have to say that you truly are wealthy. Building a palace on a ship—I would never have dared even dream of such a thing before. Aren't you afraid the ship will collapse?"
His Highness Shila's tone remained gentle. "Do you not know that, as someone of the Sacred Domain, not knowing how to enjoy life is a most sorrowful thing? Besides, have you ever heard of a Sea God Sacred Domain priest drowning at sea?"
"Well,